@“Craw”, @“Wraith”, @“Isuni”, @“Greer”, @“Piety”, @“Lorcan”, @“Spieden”, @“Saradathia”, @“Larkspur”, @“Anaia”, @“Kino”, @“Sahalie”, @“Kara”
It wasn't uncommon for the pack to be gathered like this, what was uncommon was Morganna's foul mood. First Mittani, now Zahira, she could not wrap her head around it. Challenges in Willow Ridge hadn't been like this, and it was only their newer members that had caused problems to date. She regarded her subordinates, those who had been with her the longest, the remaining founders, greeted with a nudge to the cheek or by passing her nose over their crowns. After doing her rounds she stoped and drew a deep breath, remembering her mothers strength when dealing with all the hardship her troublesome brother had caused her.
Slowly she exhaled, her words curt and clear, voice no louder than needed to carry to each of her pack mates leaving no question as to her opinion on this matter. "No more fuckin' blood. Th' next time someone draws blood over a fuckin' rank, I'll throw em off this rock m'self and yer can see how thick the ice is or how deep th' water." She allowed her eyes to slide from one wolf to the next, if they had something to say on the matter this would be their only chance. "Yer don't like it yer better run far, an' faster 'n me."